Lord Of The Manor - Sex Stories

Lord Of The Manor

The spring harvest was going well, and as Lord Thomas sat astride his huge warhorse, he took in the panoramic view of his lands from his hilltop vantage point. His servant and aide, Reginald, sat next to him on a smaller steed.

"Yes, indeed, sire. Things are moving along. At this rate, the wheat shall be ready for milling in no time. This has been a year of abundance, praise the Lord."

Thomas smiled at the holy reference which coincided with his title. As Lord of the manor, he felt like God. He had power over the entire household, including a few of his numerous relatives who might wish his early demise so that they could move up in rank and power as well. He did not worry about it. He was blessed with excellent health and surrounded by faithful sons who would protect him to their dying breaths, or so they claimed.

His attention was diverted with movement by one of the nearby carts where a group of women had gathered and were giggling among themselves.

"Reggie, who might the lass in the green scarf be? She's a comely one. And she appears to have a bountiful harvest of her own. She has a shape to her, doesn't she?"

"That is young Marian, the butcher's daughter, m'lord. She is easy on the eyes, as you say. As is her mother, sire. They are a pair of ripe ewes, Sir. You have a good eye, m'lord."

"Perhaps a visit to their hut may be in order, hmmm, Reggie? Can you show me where they live and arrange it?"

"I can, indeed, sir. I will arrange it ...

... immediately."

Reginald knew the family well, and they were shocked when he appeared at their hut and announced they would receive a visit from the Lord of the manor, himself. The household was in a tizzy preparing for his arrival, shooing the chickens out of the house, and straightening things as best as possible in the short time they had.

And soon, they heard the clip-clop of a huge horse down the narrow path to their cottage. When they opened the door, there stood Reginald with his master beside him awaiting introductions.

Lord Thomas, I present Jacob the butcher, his wife Martha, and his daughter Marian.

The family was a bit awestruck by his presence. Lord Thomas was a large man with huge hands. He had a handsome face with a neatly trimmed beard and pearly white teeth, unusual for a man in his forties.

He was welcomed and shown the best chair in the house as the two women curtsied and their husband and father humbly kneeled.

Lord Thomas's eyes immediately fell upon the bosoms of both mother and daughter. Each showed a handsome bit of cleavage that promised possible future hidden delights. Young Marian shied and blushed when she realized where his eyes were focused. She also blushed when she realized that his codpiece seemed to be bulging in response.

Martha, her mother, also noticed the exchange between her daughter and their overseer. She pulled back her shoulders and smiled at him, a clever smile that seemed to indicate she knew what he was thinking. Her daughter's ...